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And seeing him swing an ax like that…
God damn.
Just the utter strength on display as he swung it…
Around my grandmother’s palazzo, I was used to mafia goons with pot bellies.
And most of the guys I’d slept with were kind of slender, or they’d gone a bit too overboard in the gym and walked around like musclebound lunks.
Massimo was different.
Yeah, he was huge…
And yeah, he was muscular…
But he moved different. Like his strength came from lifting shit and swinging axes instead of pushing a metal bar above his head six times in a row.
So when he started chopping wood…
It was something I’d only seen in movies.
And it was hot.
I stood there mesmerized.
The way the muscles stood out in his forearms…
The way the cords in his neck flared…
What I would’ve given for him to take off his clothes and do it bare-chested. That would have been something to see.
And then… I halfway got my wish.
He finished splitting one of the sections of tree trunk, then took off his plaid shirt.
Underneath, his white t-shirt was so tight it looked molded to his body like a second skin.
Now I could see his biceps bulging…
His chest muscles pressing hard against the cloth.
And there was his spectacular ass filling out his jeans.
Well fuck, I’m not missing out on THIS show.
As he put the shirt down, I walked out the back door and started strolling over.
When he glanced at me, he looked annoyed – like he thought I was impatient about building a fire or something.
I wasn’t about to admit the real reason I’d come outside.
“I’ll be done in a few minutes,” he said.
“Okay,” I replied.
“There’s nothing you can do out here.”
“I can watch you.” That was kind of a cheeky little confession, but I followed it up with, “There’s not exactly a whole lot of other entertainment to be had. Don’t let me stop you, mountain man.”
